Reflections of the Valley

Reflections on the Valley

I walk in green pastures, meadows overflowing with wildflowers of various colors and heights. Blues and yellows and reds and oranges and purples and whites. In the distance row upon row of sunflowers. They beckon me forward.

There is a stillness in this wide open field with its gentle breeze, a cool breeze despite the heat of the day. This place is an oasis with its shade and shadows and bursts of color.

Bird songs carry on the air mingled with the gentle rustling of leaves and tall grasses and flower steps that sway to the sacred songs of this valley.

I hear a stream in the near distance and its flow across rocks makes its own song and gurgles an ancient chanting of praise, a voice raised to the Creator who placed each rock in its place and caused the waters to flow at a speed that creates an oasis of song and an invitation to pause, be still, listen.

Remove your sandals for this is indeed holy ground. This is a sacred space created for the sojourner who wanders the ancient paths with perseverance, even with disciplined diligence, and yet still loses her way.

But even so, even now, she is not alone here, for God is with her. He speaks in the gentle breeze and in the river’s song that flows with a time from distances past, distances the eye cannot…